Sam's eyelids had begun drooping when she heard the approach of footsteps. She was suddenly wide awake. Ryan, along with two men in military dress blues, were headed her way.

Sam stood, looking at them expectantly.

"Thank you, Detective Ryan. We've been looking for Ms. Carter for a while. Your help is much appreciated." The officer nodded to the other man. "You can take the prisoner."

"What?" Sam cried, trying to pull away.

"Prisoner? What's going on?" Ryan demanded.

"It's a matter a national security and cannot be discussed."

"Detective Ryan! Please!" Sam begged as the officers escorted her from the room. This wasn't right, wasn't what she'd expected when she asked for help. She certainly wasn't a criminal!

The detective stood helpless. Who was he to question the military? Anna was a sweet girl, but…it wasn't his place anymore. He dropped his head as her pleas faded down the hall.

"Detective Ryan?"

The somber man raised his eyes from his computer screen. "Yes?" Almost a half dozen people were crowed around his desk. One with a head of gray hair spoke.

"I'm General Jack O'Neill. I'm here for Samantha Carter." He flashed his ID.

"No… General O'Neill was just here."

"I can assure you, I am the only General O'Neill, and I was not just here." Had he been in the mood, Jack might have made a joke about the O'Neil with one L, but now he was upset. Daniel sensed this and stepped in.

"What do you mean?"

"The Air Force was already here. They took Ms. Carter."

"The Air Force was not just here, for cryin' out loud! We are the Air Force," Jack shouted, gesturing to he and his companions.

"Well, they just left. You may have even passed them. They were in a black sedan!" Ryan shouted as the group hurried from the room. What was going on?

Jack squinted as he stepped outside and the sunlight assaulted his eyes. He could see a black sedan at the end of the street, just turning onto the highway. Jack sprinted for his vehicle, but unfortunately, a car was blocking their SUV in. The driver was just getting out.

"Move your vehicle!" Teal'c shouted.

The man stared blankly at them.

"Oh for… Give me your keys!" Jack yelled, showing him is USAF credentials. The man barely got a glimpse before Jack flipped it closed, grabbed the keys, and jumped into the car.

"Well, there goes a man in love," Vala commented as Jack sped from the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked, her eyes wide in fear. No one answered her. Then it came to her-like it did in the diner.

She jabbed the officer next to her in the face with her elbow. 'O'Neill' turned around from the front seat, startled. Sam threw her arms around the driver's neck, choking him. Maybe she would die, maybe she wouldn't, but she wasn't going anywhere with these people.

Jack sped around the corner, desperately trying to keep up with the black sedan. His heart went to his throat as he saw the car careen into a lamppost. He pulled up to the wreck and slammed on the breaks. "Sam!" he called. He drew his weapon, cautiously approaching.

The car door fell open and a woman with a tuft of blonde hair tumbled out. She held her hands up, imploring him not to shoot.

Sam.

"Hey, it's alright. I'm here to help you." Jack slowly put his gun down by his side, as to not alarm her further. In his peripheral vision, he saw movement from the other side of the car.

Sam gasped as the two men exchanged gunfire, both falling to the ground. She rushed to the gray haired man's side and picked up the gun. The handcuffs still attached to her hand banged against her side. She had the key-she'd worry about unhooking it later.

She pointed the gun at the man nervously. He squirmed in pain, but Sam shook her head. Not her problem. She ran to the car he'd come in.

"Sam!" She spun around, coming to a complete stop.

"What did you call me?" She aimed her gun at him again, noticing how natural it was to handle the weapon.

"Sam. That's your name. Sam Carter."

She gestured with her gun. "Get up. Come on." She was sick of this…all of it. She wanted answers and this man was going to give them to her.

Jack woke up with a groan. It took him a moment to remember what had taken place. He tried to sit up, but found he couldn't-and that he was shirtless...and pantless. He rattled the cuffs that secured him to the bed. Great.

He looked around. He was in a hotel room, with no sign of Sam. Jack had known her memory was shot, but this was crazy. She didn't trust him as far as she could throw him.

Jack heard a noise and glanced in the direction of the bathroom. Sam came out with a towel in her hands. With a glare, she tore it in two. Jack gulped. She was not a happy camper.

"You know me," she stated, coming to sit by him.

"Yes, very well," he replied, wincing as her hand brushed by his wound. She dipped another towel in some water and began to wash away the blood.

"Well, I don't remember you. Or why everyone seems to be after me." Sam sighed as she gently bandaged his arm. "That's why I brought you here. I think you have answers…and I need to know." She was wary of this man, but there was something about him… She shook the thought. No one could be trusted.

Sam had pocketed her wedding ring. The thought still pressed on her mind, but there were more important issues at hand. Like finding out why she couldn't be left in peace. Why complicate the situation more…the ring would have to wait. Her eyes traveled to the man's hand. Huh. He was married too.

"What's your name?" Sam asked as she continued to tend to him.

"Jack. Jack O'Neill."

"You're the General who was supposed to pick me up?"

"Yes, I was," he replied, searching Sam's blue eyes. Not seeing any sense of recognition in those depths scared him. He didn't see her ring on her finger and there was a twinge in his heart. She didn't have a clue, did she? He certainly wasn't going to bring it up. 'Oh, by the way, we're married.' He had to gain some trust, and he knew that wouldn't be the best way.

"But apparently there are two of you."

"Apparently. Look, that other man? He was from an organization known as the Trust."

"The Trust."

"Yes. It's a long story, but they kidnapped you a few weeks ago."

"Why?" Sam looked at him, perplexed.

Jack sighed. This wouldn't be easy. "You are a member of Stargate Command, a top secret program. You're on a team-SG-1. You have been for ten years. You use a device, called a Stargate, to travel to other planets. You-"

"This Stargate. What does it look like?" Sam interrupted.

"It's round; it spins. Lights up too. It creates a wormhole to other planets and you step through it, then presto, you're on another world."

"Is there a blue puddle?"

"Yeah…the event horizon." Jack frowned slightly. He never thought he would hear Sam refer to the event horizon as a 'blue puddle'. Then again, many things he'd never thought were possible were.

Sam drew back from the bed. "I don't know. How do I know you're not a member of this Trust? That you put these im-" She stopped short, realizing she hadn't told Jack about the visions she'd been having. "Space travel…that sounds a bit far-fetched, don't you think?"

"It would be, except for your contributions to the program."

"So this is why they took me."

"Umm…not exactly," Jack stuttered.

"Then why?"

"You had an experience about eight years ago with a Tok'ra named Jolinar."

"Wait, a Tok'ra?" Sam wondered, crossing her arms.

"An alien."

Sam stood to her feet. "Okay, enough with this. I can't believe a word you're saying. I can't!"

Jack was on the verge of telling her- of telling her they were married, of how happy they were together. Then he bit his tongue. She would only throw it back in his face. She didn't trust him at all. And why would she? A strange man was telling her about portals to other plants, secret organizations, and aliens.

Sam pulled his pants from their clump on the floor. Finding his wallet, she took some dollar bills out. "I'll be back," she informed him, opening the door.

Jack sighed in frustration as the door closed. If she'd searched his wallet more thoroughly, she would have found a picture. A picture that just might have made her believe. A picture of their wedding day.